I can hear the groans coming from the other room when I walk in the door. It's so silent, the air conditioner off, the noises from the street blocked out by the walls. All I hear is the clock steadily ticking, the soft tick-tock-tick practically keeping time to the occasional moan on the other side of the half-closed bathroom door. I silently remove my shoes and silently shut the door. I silently place my purse on the floor. And just as silently I remove my shirt, because I know that groan. I can practically smell the sex mixed in with the spicy sent of his bodywash eminating from the bathroom. I'm left in only my bright blue bra and jeans. I didn't even wear panties that day, because I'd just shaved myself smooth that morning and wanted the feel of the hard seam of the jeans teasing my clit while I walk.
My bare feet pad across the cool ceramic tiles of the floor until I can see into the steamy bathroom in the crack in the door. He's stroking himself, but it's practically unconsciously. One hand is running a comb through his hair, that's just a little too long because he hasn't had it cut in awhile. The other is stroking his cock, the hardness pushing straight up to rest against his belly whenever he's not touching it. I can see how rigid it is, and I lick my lips in anticipation. My clit is already throbbing. I love watching him cum from his own hand. Sometimes it is almost better than anything, and the voyeuristic bent right now is driving me wild, making me feel like a stranger watching something I shouldn't be, but unable to turn away. He stops stroking, and puts his contacts in. He starts again, and I feel my fingers fumble on the button of my jeans, releasing it and then as silently as I can pulling my zipper down tooth by tooth. One hand strokes while the other dries his chest, then his hair, with his towel. It's like stroking his shaft is just part of his morning ritual. He doesn't even seem to notice, until suddenly his stomach clenches and he seems to shudder with another groan. He watches himself for a moment, as though just realizing what he is doing, but then he continues to ready himself for the rest of the day. After another few minutes he is finished with his routine, and he automatically stops jerking on his glorious, hard cock. I almost whimper in disappointment, and push the door open. I need more.
"Don't stop on my account," I tell him, and he looks up in surprise. Part of me wants to touch him, to wrap him in my arms from behind and take over the job, but right now I need to watch. He gets that devilish look in his eye, and his hand takes the towel and begins rubbing non-existent water from his chest.
"This?" he asks, and I nearly growl. But I can play that game too, and I push my jeans down my legs and kick them off. The towel drops.
"No," I say, and let my fingers wander down my stomach and over the soft smoothness of my pussy, dipping dangerously into my went cunt just for his eyes. His hand returns to his cock then, and he gives in just like that. He knows I love to watch.
His hand moves slowly, up and down his shaft, langorous in his movements and it drives me crazy, so I spread my legs between the door frame and finger my clit, groaning out as much for effect as for actual need. His hand moves faster then, and I see the precum begin to leak from the tip, making my mouth water and my head reel with the desire to lick every inch of his body--starting right at the tip of his cock. I encourage him by playing with myself and his fingers start to move faster, stopping every so often to spread the precum around the tip of his cock and making me shake with need. I want his fingers on me, in me. In every hole in my body until I'm screaming and cumming, but I want his cum so much more.
I stop my fingers, even though I'm so close to cumming, and step across the room. "Not good enough," I whisper, before I'm on my knees, my fingers raking down his back to his ass and pulling his cock into my mouth in one smooth movement. His hips flex and he pushes all the way into my throat. I can practically feel in him my cunt while he's in my mouth, feel him pumping in and out of both holes, and I pull one hand from his ass, where I have him grasped against me as hard and as far as I can get him into my body. I cup his balls, feel them pull tighter to his body, as I pull back finally and let my teeth very lightly scrape along the underside, then letting my tongue flick against that tip just at the back of the head of his cock--letting it press harder, and pushing one finger just barely into his ass...
Then he's cumming and I'm drinking him down. Feeling him cumming in my mouth as well as the phantom feel of him cumming deep in my cunt. The feeling is too much and I start to drown in my own orgasm. I'm screaming and choking around his cum spewing down my throat and his hands are on my head while he groans so loud and I'm fairly sure neighbors in three counties can hear him. I collapse farther on the floor, swallowing all his hot cum, and leaving his cock in my mouth, just where I want it.
He lets his cock sit there in my slutty mouth, and he is half collapsed against the shower door. His cock is going soft, nearly flaccid now, but I look up at him as he looks down, still sucking on his cock like a lollipop and I feel harden.
"Again..." he demands.
Who am I to deny him?
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Found
Found this among some things while I was going through old documents and such. Thought it was a fun one, and I owe you guys a little sexiness. :-)
I walk in the house, a long day of running errands and I am tired, carrying in the grocery bags, accidentally dropping them on the floor when I finally get the door open. I'm not expecting you, thinking it will be a couple hours until you're home. Time to make dinner, to relax, to plan something fun or romantic. I close the door and suddenly I'm against it, your arm against my chest, your other hand already running up my thigh.
"What are you doing?" I ask, but you don't answer and you move down my body, still pulling up my skirt. My panties are in the way though, and you rip them off.
"Spread your legs" you tell me, but I don't respond fast enough and you pry them open, biting my thighs and thrusting your tongue between my pussy lips. I've barely had time to get wet yet, but your tongue is helping me along, making me drip with cream, making my clit hard as you suck on it, biting it lightly and making my body jerk. Slowly I'm sliding down the door, unable to hold myself up any longer as you continue to torture me.
You slap my pussy with your hand and then push two fingers into my hot cunt, gathering my wetness before moving your fingers to my ass. You're so kind, so slowly working your fingers into my ass and thrusting over and over, knowing how crazy it drives me. I love you in my ass in everyway.
You aren't finished with your torture yet though, and you lick me over and over as your fingers push into my ass. The only time you speak again is to pull back and tell me that I'm in trouble if I cum. I can't decide if that's a good or bad thing at this point. You're in that dangerous mood, eating deeply of my delicious cream, fucking my ass with your fingers, and I know you're just preparing me for your cock.
I love looking down at you, kneeling between my legs but so dominant, still taking all the control because you know I can't even think straight at this point. One of your hands snakes up and pull at the neck of my shirt, ripping it down the front, then yanking down a cup of my bra so you can tweak my nipple over and over, pulling at it, twisting and squeezing it, and grabbing onto my breast like it is your anchor. Making it hurt in such a way that I nearly cum. I only manage to not by biting down on my lip so hard that I draw blood.
My whimpers and moans are louder now, and I wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors could hear me. Suddenly you pull away--no fingers, no tongue, no hands. I drop to the floor and you're on me, your cock bare, but pounding into my pussy so hard that it aches, and I'm squirting on you. Not yet cumming, but squirting like a mad woman and crying because I need to cum so badly.
You pull out then and roll my over, roughly grabbing my hips and fisting my hair in your hand to pull my head back and nip at my neck. Your cock is dripping with my juices and even though you've been rough you are slow and easy when you begin to fuck my ass, knowing that I want it hard and going slow just to be contrary. "Fucker," I whisper, and you chuckle at me. Such a sweet sound, but you still go slow for another few moments to torture me.
Then you're a beast again, driving into me over and over. Ripping my ass open until I think that never again will it go back to that sweet little bud that you like so much. Still you don't speak, but when you yank my hair hard I know that I can cum then. And I cum so hard, that I make the floor slippery with my cum and squirt, you grasp my hips as we fall and continue to pump into me, cumming inside my ass so damn deep and making me whimper in pain at the bruises you are giving my hips. Your cock begins to go soft inside my ass and finally you pull out.
"Do it, " I whimper, and you piss on my ass, my back, and my thighs, driving me wild again while it pools on my back. Then I squirt just from the feel, coming again and flooding more of the floor mixing with the cum spilling out of my ass from you.
The perfect welcome home.
I walk in the house, a long day of running errands and I am tired, carrying in the grocery bags, accidentally dropping them on the floor when I finally get the door open. I'm not expecting you, thinking it will be a couple hours until you're home. Time to make dinner, to relax, to plan something fun or romantic. I close the door and suddenly I'm against it, your arm against my chest, your other hand already running up my thigh.
"What are you doing?" I ask, but you don't answer and you move down my body, still pulling up my skirt. My panties are in the way though, and you rip them off.
"Spread your legs" you tell me, but I don't respond fast enough and you pry them open, biting my thighs and thrusting your tongue between my pussy lips. I've barely had time to get wet yet, but your tongue is helping me along, making me drip with cream, making my clit hard as you suck on it, biting it lightly and making my body jerk. Slowly I'm sliding down the door, unable to hold myself up any longer as you continue to torture me.
You slap my pussy with your hand and then push two fingers into my hot cunt, gathering my wetness before moving your fingers to my ass. You're so kind, so slowly working your fingers into my ass and thrusting over and over, knowing how crazy it drives me. I love you in my ass in everyway.
You aren't finished with your torture yet though, and you lick me over and over as your fingers push into my ass. The only time you speak again is to pull back and tell me that I'm in trouble if I cum. I can't decide if that's a good or bad thing at this point. You're in that dangerous mood, eating deeply of my delicious cream, fucking my ass with your fingers, and I know you're just preparing me for your cock.
I love looking down at you, kneeling between my legs but so dominant, still taking all the control because you know I can't even think straight at this point. One of your hands snakes up and pull at the neck of my shirt, ripping it down the front, then yanking down a cup of my bra so you can tweak my nipple over and over, pulling at it, twisting and squeezing it, and grabbing onto my breast like it is your anchor. Making it hurt in such a way that I nearly cum. I only manage to not by biting down on my lip so hard that I draw blood.
My whimpers and moans are louder now, and I wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors could hear me. Suddenly you pull away--no fingers, no tongue, no hands. I drop to the floor and you're on me, your cock bare, but pounding into my pussy so hard that it aches, and I'm squirting on you. Not yet cumming, but squirting like a mad woman and crying because I need to cum so badly.
You pull out then and roll my over, roughly grabbing my hips and fisting my hair in your hand to pull my head back and nip at my neck. Your cock is dripping with my juices and even though you've been rough you are slow and easy when you begin to fuck my ass, knowing that I want it hard and going slow just to be contrary. "Fucker," I whisper, and you chuckle at me. Such a sweet sound, but you still go slow for another few moments to torture me.
Then you're a beast again, driving into me over and over. Ripping my ass open until I think that never again will it go back to that sweet little bud that you like so much. Still you don't speak, but when you yank my hair hard I know that I can cum then. And I cum so hard, that I make the floor slippery with my cum and squirt, you grasp my hips as we fall and continue to pump into me, cumming inside my ass so damn deep and making me whimper in pain at the bruises you are giving my hips. Your cock begins to go soft inside my ass and finally you pull out.
"Do it, " I whimper, and you piss on my ass, my back, and my thighs, driving me wild again while it pools on my back. Then I squirt just from the feel, coming again and flooding more of the floor mixing with the cum spilling out of my ass from you.
The perfect welcome home.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Listen Up
Don't call me Mistress, but today I am.
Today I will do any and everything I want to you. First, you'll be tied up to the corners of the bed. Waking up surprised to find that your arms and legs are at the four corners of the bed and each tug you give to them only tightens them further. I've turned up the heat so that you won't get cold as you lie there naked and bared to the air. But already you know. You can't see me, but you know that I am coming for you, coming to play with you and wring pleasure from every cell in your body.
You try once more to pull at your restraints, finding it almost necessary to at least try to get away, but it only tightens further and you're trapped. You call out tentatively, "Rae? Honey?" Nothing. "Rae?" still nothing, until a few seconds later when you hear the soft thwap repeating on skin. You look up then, towards the door and see the shadow of movement down the hall, someone coming closer. Your breath comes faster, in anticipation and concern. Then you see me, my hair straightened severely, dark red streaks shimmering, and my eyes Goth-ed out in dark black eyeliner and eyeshadow. My eyes watch you in desire, but then you see the rest of my outfit. My black corset cinching in my waist, tiny black panties, black fishnet stockings held up with a black garter, and knee-high black, patent leather boots. I stand in the doorway, my eyes raking over you and watching your cock lengthen and thicken in desire, hearing the tiniest moan escape you while you watch me watch you. The thwap you heard is the sound of my riding crop (topped by a leather heart) hitting against my hand.
I walk closer, the heart of the crop reaching out and dragging down from one hand, down your arm, your chest, circling your cock, and running down to tickle the bottom of your foot. "Have you been a good boy?"
You nod, your mouth dry, and I let the crop smack lightly against your calf. "Mmmmm, good."
I climb on the bed, standing up so you see every inch of me above you. My crop runs up and down your chest, caressing you and I see your cock twitch. I lick my lips, "I'm going to make you cum three times before I untie you. Before you can have your fun and play with me." I kneel then, my knees on either side of your hips, your cock bobbing against your stomach, twitching again as I show you that my panties are crotchless, perfect zipless fuck. I grab your cock and run it through my open pussy lips, mixing your precum and my creamy juices together. My crop thwaps against your nipple and the yelp that escapes you ends on a long moan when I lean over to lick and suck at your nipples, biting lightly and letting my teeth scrape over each one separately. You pull at your restraints again, feeling my pussy lips begin to move slowly over your cock, never entering, just teasing deliciously. I smack the other nipple with my crop and repeat the process, then lightly smack up and down your body, leaving welts across your body.
You beg me, "Please god, oh god Rae." Already you are close for your first chance to cum.
"That's right baby, you're going to cum...but not yet." I sit up on you, pulling back and exposing my pussy while I begin to play with my clit, your eyes widening and then closing to keep from cumming spontaneously. "Open your eyes slave," I yell, smacking you with the crop right against your sternum. Your eyes pop open and I continue to frig my clit, squirting cum all over you as I cum hard, screaming out something incomprehensible. Your eyes are closed again, your teeth clenched to stop yourself from cumming and I'm so damned proud of you. I tap you again, when I have calmed, my breathing now normal. You open your eyes, and I smile at you lovingly. "Listen well," I whisper, right next to your ear. "When I put you in me, you have three strokes...and then you'll cum. Only then."
And you obey so well, my love. I place you at the entrance of my pussy, my crotchless panties opening so perfectly to let you in, and slide down slowly to the hilt of your cock, feeling you fill me up so perfectly, so deeply. "One...you're my good slut." My inner muscles squeeze you hard. "Two...you're going to make me pregnant with your cum." I feel my own cum building again, and push out squirt all over your body. "Three...cum now...and then you can piss on my slut cunt." And you do. You cum so hard, screaming and writhing from the need to cum building in you, and your cum triggers mine so that I'm cumming all over you, squirting and twitching until I'm falling onto your body as you breathe hard. I pull off of you and tell you to piss all over my slutty clit, until you are pissing hot all over my pussy lips. I moan out and then climb off of you, my patent leather boots pulling across your legs and causing you pain. Something I can't help but smile at.
"Only two more sweets..."
Today I will do any and everything I want to you. First, you'll be tied up to the corners of the bed. Waking up surprised to find that your arms and legs are at the four corners of the bed and each tug you give to them only tightens them further. I've turned up the heat so that you won't get cold as you lie there naked and bared to the air. But already you know. You can't see me, but you know that I am coming for you, coming to play with you and wring pleasure from every cell in your body.
You try once more to pull at your restraints, finding it almost necessary to at least try to get away, but it only tightens further and you're trapped. You call out tentatively, "Rae? Honey?" Nothing. "Rae?" still nothing, until a few seconds later when you hear the soft thwap repeating on skin. You look up then, towards the door and see the shadow of movement down the hall, someone coming closer. Your breath comes faster, in anticipation and concern. Then you see me, my hair straightened severely, dark red streaks shimmering, and my eyes Goth-ed out in dark black eyeliner and eyeshadow. My eyes watch you in desire, but then you see the rest of my outfit. My black corset cinching in my waist, tiny black panties, black fishnet stockings held up with a black garter, and knee-high black, patent leather boots. I stand in the doorway, my eyes raking over you and watching your cock lengthen and thicken in desire, hearing the tiniest moan escape you while you watch me watch you. The thwap you heard is the sound of my riding crop (topped by a leather heart) hitting against my hand.
I walk closer, the heart of the crop reaching out and dragging down from one hand, down your arm, your chest, circling your cock, and running down to tickle the bottom of your foot. "Have you been a good boy?"
You nod, your mouth dry, and I let the crop smack lightly against your calf. "Mmmmm, good."
I climb on the bed, standing up so you see every inch of me above you. My crop runs up and down your chest, caressing you and I see your cock twitch. I lick my lips, "I'm going to make you cum three times before I untie you. Before you can have your fun and play with me." I kneel then, my knees on either side of your hips, your cock bobbing against your stomach, twitching again as I show you that my panties are crotchless, perfect zipless fuck. I grab your cock and run it through my open pussy lips, mixing your precum and my creamy juices together. My crop thwaps against your nipple and the yelp that escapes you ends on a long moan when I lean over to lick and suck at your nipples, biting lightly and letting my teeth scrape over each one separately. You pull at your restraints again, feeling my pussy lips begin to move slowly over your cock, never entering, just teasing deliciously. I smack the other nipple with my crop and repeat the process, then lightly smack up and down your body, leaving welts across your body.
You beg me, "Please god, oh god Rae." Already you are close for your first chance to cum.
"That's right baby, you're going to cum...but not yet." I sit up on you, pulling back and exposing my pussy while I begin to play with my clit, your eyes widening and then closing to keep from cumming spontaneously. "Open your eyes slave," I yell, smacking you with the crop right against your sternum. Your eyes pop open and I continue to frig my clit, squirting cum all over you as I cum hard, screaming out something incomprehensible. Your eyes are closed again, your teeth clenched to stop yourself from cumming and I'm so damned proud of you. I tap you again, when I have calmed, my breathing now normal. You open your eyes, and I smile at you lovingly. "Listen well," I whisper, right next to your ear. "When I put you in me, you have three strokes...and then you'll cum. Only then."
And you obey so well, my love. I place you at the entrance of my pussy, my crotchless panties opening so perfectly to let you in, and slide down slowly to the hilt of your cock, feeling you fill me up so perfectly, so deeply. "One...you're my good slut." My inner muscles squeeze you hard. "Two...you're going to make me pregnant with your cum." I feel my own cum building again, and push out squirt all over your body. "Three...cum now...and then you can piss on my slut cunt." And you do. You cum so hard, screaming and writhing from the need to cum building in you, and your cum triggers mine so that I'm cumming all over you, squirting and twitching until I'm falling onto your body as you breathe hard. I pull off of you and tell you to piss all over my slutty clit, until you are pissing hot all over my pussy lips. I moan out and then climb off of you, my patent leather boots pulling across your legs and causing you pain. Something I can't help but smile at.
"Only two more sweets..."
Friday, September 12, 2008
All questions
How much do you want me to fuck you right now?
To ride your face and squirt all over you?
To kiss down your body until your cock is in my mouth, my tongue laving at the head and sucking deep until I'm gagging and you're cumming?
How much do you want to watch me masturbate?
My fingers in my pussy, riding them deep in my creamy puss, my thumb working my clit until I'm spraying down the walls like a porn star because I'm squirting so hard?
My body flushed with pleasure while my hips roll with the rhythm of my orgasm claiming me while I scream your name?
How much do you need me underneath you?
Your face buried first in my pussy then licking delicately lower to that little puckered hole where only you can go?
Your hands flipping me to my stomach and holding me down?
Me squirming beneath you and begging you...either let me go or give me what I need?
Your cock rubbing between the cheeks of my ass?
Your cock pushing deep into my little asshole, making me scream in pleasure and pain?
How much do you want to cum in me?
To ride your face and squirt all over you?
To kiss down your body until your cock is in my mouth, my tongue laving at the head and sucking deep until I'm gagging and you're cumming?
How much do you want to watch me masturbate?
My fingers in my pussy, riding them deep in my creamy puss, my thumb working my clit until I'm spraying down the walls like a porn star because I'm squirting so hard?
My body flushed with pleasure while my hips roll with the rhythm of my orgasm claiming me while I scream your name?
How much do you need me underneath you?
Your face buried first in my pussy then licking delicately lower to that little puckered hole where only you can go?
Your hands flipping me to my stomach and holding me down?
Me squirming beneath you and begging you...either let me go or give me what I need?
Your cock rubbing between the cheeks of my ass?
Your cock pushing deep into my little asshole, making me scream in pleasure and pain?
How much do you want to cum in me?
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
All That Popsicle Practice...
Sit back. Let me simply admire you in that suit, just home from work. No, don't get up, I like kneeling between your legs, my head resting on your thigh while we discuss our days apart from each other. Those text messages you sent me were...enticing. I nearly ran to the bathroom at work and fingered myself, but instead I sat at my desk, pressing my thighs together to try and assuage the ache between them in the hot, wet folds there. I squirmed and rocked on my chair while I read your texts over and over, telling me all the things you would do to me. They drove me wild and I couldn't wait to get home.
No, don't touch, I just want to unzip your pants and pull them down around your ankles. Already hard, huh? Mmmmm, I love when you whisper that you've been hard for me all day--that you were hard when you wrote those texts. I should have known, you're like my very own animal always ready and willing. Just like me, my pussy is always hot for you, always ready to be filled by your fingers, your tongue, your cock.
Did that hurt? That little bite to your thigh? Good, it was just a tease. I love your thighs, naked beneath my hands while I run them up and down, not quite grazing your cock which I'm mesmerized by as it bobs up and down the slightest bit of precum leaking from the tip. Good, I like that you aren't quite ready.
My fingertips trace up the sides of your cock as I kiss along your thighs, caressing you and tasting you with my tongue. I like not touching your cock right away, not tasting you quite yet. Letting my anticipation build as much as yours does. I can already feel the heat gathering between my thighs, soaking my panties and making my pussy lips slide sensually together. I love the groans you give me when I tell you I've shaved myself bare for you.
I taste your balls first, giving little licks to the sac between your thighs, hanging down low from your cock. That musky taste of them drives me wild, knowing it's your own taste on my tongue. I suck them into my mouth, letting my tongue play more fully and sucking on them ever so lightly. Hold yourself back from grabbing my head, from forcing me down onto you--you know I hate that, I need to take my own time. I need to drive you insane with it.
I cradle your balls in my hand, wet from my saliva, and place soft kisses along your cock, covering each inch of your taut, heated skin. Velvet-encased steel that feels so good on my lips. My tongue flicks out to touch that sweet little spot behind the head of your cock that I know drives you crazy, that I know will make you scream if I give it the proper attention.
Finally...I hear you groan that one word when I take just the head of your cock into my mouth and suck sweetly on the tip, letting that hot precum leak onto my tongue. Now you are pressing me down, thrusting up with your cock at the same time, trying to force your cock deeper, but I'll have none of that. Even though it makes my pussy throb to know that I can drive you so wild with need for my mouth that you feel the need for more, faster, I pull your hands away, and push your hips back down, letting the head of your cock pop from my mouth. I scold you with my eyes, but ruin it with a laugh. You smile, slightly annoyed but mostly amused--you love the tease as much as I do. Your head falls back as you beg me for more, and I'm only too happy to oblige.
The head, an inch, another, another, another...soon I have taken in all of your inches, gagging slightly on your cock and pulling back to breathe more easily. I know you like that little gag that you haven't fucked out of me yet, and I don't mind providing it to you, to hear you groan loudly and feel you shiver with desire at the sound of my slight discomfort. I bob my head up and down on your cock slowly, my tongue wrapping around your cock, my hand coming in to stroke the rest of your cock in time to my mouth's ministrations. That tangy, acrid precum is coming out more quickly now, dripping onto my tongue with more regularity. I see your hands gripping the arms of the chair, white-knuckled, and I know you'll cum soon. I adjust one of your legs and straddle it as best I can to relieve some of the ache in my pussy, but I know I won't cum. Not like this. I just want to enjoy it as you cum for me.
I suck the head again, adding a couple extra inches to suck on you, sucking harder until I feel your cock begin to twitch and then I hit that spot with the tip of my tongue--that spot that drives you wild--as I squeeze your balls lightly and taste that hot, sticky cum spurting onto my tongue, hitting the back of my throat it comes out with such force, and drink it down. The sound of you groaning, shouting my name, and the feel of you grabbing my hair to keep my mouth on your cock (as if I would release you now) makes me shake with desire and I squeeze my legs together knowing my time will come.
You release my hair, spent. I lick up the last traces of cum on your cock, and lick my lips of the salty taste of you, sitting back and watching your eyes drift shut, your chest still heaving with exertion.
Then you tackle me, taking me completely by surprise as you throw me to the floor and begin ripping off my pants. "Your turn..."
No, don't touch, I just want to unzip your pants and pull them down around your ankles. Already hard, huh? Mmmmm, I love when you whisper that you've been hard for me all day--that you were hard when you wrote those texts. I should have known, you're like my very own animal always ready and willing. Just like me, my pussy is always hot for you, always ready to be filled by your fingers, your tongue, your cock.
Did that hurt? That little bite to your thigh? Good, it was just a tease. I love your thighs, naked beneath my hands while I run them up and down, not quite grazing your cock which I'm mesmerized by as it bobs up and down the slightest bit of precum leaking from the tip. Good, I like that you aren't quite ready.
My fingertips trace up the sides of your cock as I kiss along your thighs, caressing you and tasting you with my tongue. I like not touching your cock right away, not tasting you quite yet. Letting my anticipation build as much as yours does. I can already feel the heat gathering between my thighs, soaking my panties and making my pussy lips slide sensually together. I love the groans you give me when I tell you I've shaved myself bare for you.
I taste your balls first, giving little licks to the sac between your thighs, hanging down low from your cock. That musky taste of them drives me wild, knowing it's your own taste on my tongue. I suck them into my mouth, letting my tongue play more fully and sucking on them ever so lightly. Hold yourself back from grabbing my head, from forcing me down onto you--you know I hate that, I need to take my own time. I need to drive you insane with it.
I cradle your balls in my hand, wet from my saliva, and place soft kisses along your cock, covering each inch of your taut, heated skin. Velvet-encased steel that feels so good on my lips. My tongue flicks out to touch that sweet little spot behind the head of your cock that I know drives you crazy, that I know will make you scream if I give it the proper attention.
Finally...I hear you groan that one word when I take just the head of your cock into my mouth and suck sweetly on the tip, letting that hot precum leak onto my tongue. Now you are pressing me down, thrusting up with your cock at the same time, trying to force your cock deeper, but I'll have none of that. Even though it makes my pussy throb to know that I can drive you so wild with need for my mouth that you feel the need for more, faster, I pull your hands away, and push your hips back down, letting the head of your cock pop from my mouth. I scold you with my eyes, but ruin it with a laugh. You smile, slightly annoyed but mostly amused--you love the tease as much as I do. Your head falls back as you beg me for more, and I'm only too happy to oblige.
The head, an inch, another, another, another...soon I have taken in all of your inches, gagging slightly on your cock and pulling back to breathe more easily. I know you like that little gag that you haven't fucked out of me yet, and I don't mind providing it to you, to hear you groan loudly and feel you shiver with desire at the sound of my slight discomfort. I bob my head up and down on your cock slowly, my tongue wrapping around your cock, my hand coming in to stroke the rest of your cock in time to my mouth's ministrations. That tangy, acrid precum is coming out more quickly now, dripping onto my tongue with more regularity. I see your hands gripping the arms of the chair, white-knuckled, and I know you'll cum soon. I adjust one of your legs and straddle it as best I can to relieve some of the ache in my pussy, but I know I won't cum. Not like this. I just want to enjoy it as you cum for me.
I suck the head again, adding a couple extra inches to suck on you, sucking harder until I feel your cock begin to twitch and then I hit that spot with the tip of my tongue--that spot that drives you wild--as I squeeze your balls lightly and taste that hot, sticky cum spurting onto my tongue, hitting the back of my throat it comes out with such force, and drink it down. The sound of you groaning, shouting my name, and the feel of you grabbing my hair to keep my mouth on your cock (as if I would release you now) makes me shake with desire and I squeeze my legs together knowing my time will come.
You release my hair, spent. I lick up the last traces of cum on your cock, and lick my lips of the salty taste of you, sitting back and watching your eyes drift shut, your chest still heaving with exertion.
Then you tackle me, taking me completely by surprise as you throw me to the floor and begin ripping off my pants. "Your turn..."
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Now Roll Over (the second part of Spank Me Harder)
"Now..." he said, his lips soothing the sting of his hand over her ass. The cheeks of her buttocks throbbed from the thorough thrashing he'd just administered, and she sighed when the coolness of his lips touch her sensitive skin. "Now..." he repeated, "roll over."
Her eyes widened and she hesitated, which only earned her a swift, light slap to each heated cheek of her ass. She bit back a yelp, but rolled over for him anyway. Her body flinched at the contact of soft down covered in cotton upon her bruised derrier, but the pain was satisfying, and she sighed into it, letting her body relax into the comforter.
Still his hands were soothing, running softly over her smooth legs, over her rounded belly and lightly massaging her until she had relaxed. Until she thought their fun was over. Until she thought that maybe she could drift gently into sleep with him caressing her so gently.
But he wouldn't allow her such a reprieve, he looked down at her as her eyes drifted shut, her legs still bent up at the knees as they began to fall to the sides, giving him exactly the view he wanted. Soft and wet with their combined juices, the pink juiciness of her pussy was calling to him, making him ravenous for a feast. Making him delight in the pungent smell of cum and desire that permeated the room. He growled, low and deep in his throat while he tried to resist, thinking that maybe she'd had enough for the night.
He knew better. She was as insatiable as him, even when she didn't feel up to playing with him the right kiss...right there at the base of her neck...would make her shiver and moan out. The right touch, right along her hip and dipping towards the core of her body would have her twitching. The right words, telling her how much he loved her, he wanted her, needed her, and she was his. "Baby," he whispered, falling slowly to his elbows to see how her pussy moved with each slow breath she took. "Baby," he repeated, and the sough of breath she released let him know she wasn't quite asleep, but that she also had no idea what was coming.
"Baby," he said one last time, and then he was there between her legs, his lips kissing her dormant clit, his tongue dipping out to taste the saltiness of her desire, and the acrid tang of his own cum mixed in. But it was mostly her, mostly her juices starting to flow over his tongue. She gasped, and he smiled against her, wallowing in the taste of her, that taste that no other women compared to. He lapped slowly at clit, swirling her juices around the little pearl as it hardened beneath his tongue.
She moaned, and when he peeked up he saw that glazed look in her eyes, her hands white-knuckling the pillows next to her head, her back arching and thrusting her breasts into the air. He ate at her, lapping at her clit gently and then sucking it between his teeth, until she was squirming, until she let go of one pillow and grasped his head with her hand, demanding he pleasure her without words. Demanding he make her cum. Her juices spread around his mouth, dripping onto his chin, satisfying his hunger as he played his tongue over her opening and then licked inside, gathering those sweet juices into his mouth to ease his desire, and to make him hunger even more for her. Only her.
Her moans had turned to whimpers, to her hips thrusting back against his face as he chuckled against the lips of her pussy when she growled her need, that he'd damned well better fuck her with his tongue. He moaned against her, he loved when she demanded pleasure from him. When she switched to a little domination, knowing even that he was her Dom, her Daddy, he loved to indulge her on occasion...and she'd already had her spanking for the day.
He grinned against her clit and kissed it lightly before sucking it again, his tongue flicking hard against the little bud and then she was screaming, both hands gripping his head as she came, gushing on him, soaking him in her sweet and savory juices. Her body convulsing and thrusting against him until she slowed, only the sound of their breathing in the room while he lifted himself to all four and kissed his way up her body, leaving a trail of her cum in his wake.
He nuzzled her neck, kissing and licking her lightly, knowing how sensitized her entire body became when she'd come like that. She laughed when his stubbled face tickled her and began to push him onto his back. She slowly rose above him on her knees, wincing from the bruises he'd inflicted on her backside, and then laughing about the spanking she'd received. Slithering down his body, making sure every part of her touched every part of him, she whispered, "Now, what kind of repayment can a girl give for such a gift?" just as she lowered her mouth to blow his mind.
Her eyes widened and she hesitated, which only earned her a swift, light slap to each heated cheek of her ass. She bit back a yelp, but rolled over for him anyway. Her body flinched at the contact of soft down covered in cotton upon her bruised derrier, but the pain was satisfying, and she sighed into it, letting her body relax into the comforter.
Still his hands were soothing, running softly over her smooth legs, over her rounded belly and lightly massaging her until she had relaxed. Until she thought their fun was over. Until she thought that maybe she could drift gently into sleep with him caressing her so gently.
But he wouldn't allow her such a reprieve, he looked down at her as her eyes drifted shut, her legs still bent up at the knees as they began to fall to the sides, giving him exactly the view he wanted. Soft and wet with their combined juices, the pink juiciness of her pussy was calling to him, making him ravenous for a feast. Making him delight in the pungent smell of cum and desire that permeated the room. He growled, low and deep in his throat while he tried to resist, thinking that maybe she'd had enough for the night.
He knew better. She was as insatiable as him, even when she didn't feel up to playing with him the right kiss...right there at the base of her neck...would make her shiver and moan out. The right touch, right along her hip and dipping towards the core of her body would have her twitching. The right words, telling her how much he loved her, he wanted her, needed her, and she was his. "Baby," he whispered, falling slowly to his elbows to see how her pussy moved with each slow breath she took. "Baby," he repeated, and the sough of breath she released let him know she wasn't quite asleep, but that she also had no idea what was coming.
"Baby," he said one last time, and then he was there between her legs, his lips kissing her dormant clit, his tongue dipping out to taste the saltiness of her desire, and the acrid tang of his own cum mixed in. But it was mostly her, mostly her juices starting to flow over his tongue. She gasped, and he smiled against her, wallowing in the taste of her, that taste that no other women compared to. He lapped slowly at clit, swirling her juices around the little pearl as it hardened beneath his tongue.
She moaned, and when he peeked up he saw that glazed look in her eyes, her hands white-knuckling the pillows next to her head, her back arching and thrusting her breasts into the air. He ate at her, lapping at her clit gently and then sucking it between his teeth, until she was squirming, until she let go of one pillow and grasped his head with her hand, demanding he pleasure her without words. Demanding he make her cum. Her juices spread around his mouth, dripping onto his chin, satisfying his hunger as he played his tongue over her opening and then licked inside, gathering those sweet juices into his mouth to ease his desire, and to make him hunger even more for her. Only her.
Her moans had turned to whimpers, to her hips thrusting back against his face as he chuckled against the lips of her pussy when she growled her need, that he'd damned well better fuck her with his tongue. He moaned against her, he loved when she demanded pleasure from him. When she switched to a little domination, knowing even that he was her Dom, her Daddy, he loved to indulge her on occasion...and she'd already had her spanking for the day.
He grinned against her clit and kissed it lightly before sucking it again, his tongue flicking hard against the little bud and then she was screaming, both hands gripping his head as she came, gushing on him, soaking him in her sweet and savory juices. Her body convulsing and thrusting against him until she slowed, only the sound of their breathing in the room while he lifted himself to all four and kissed his way up her body, leaving a trail of her cum in his wake.
He nuzzled her neck, kissing and licking her lightly, knowing how sensitized her entire body became when she'd come like that. She laughed when his stubbled face tickled her and began to push him onto his back. She slowly rose above him on her knees, wincing from the bruises he'd inflicted on her backside, and then laughing about the spanking she'd received. Slithering down his body, making sure every part of her touched every part of him, she whispered, "Now, what kind of repayment can a girl give for such a gift?" just as she lowered her mouth to blow his mind.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Spank me Harder
“Right there,” I tell you as two of your fingers drive deep into my pussy. My arms can no longer hold me and I fall to my elbows. I fall further until my shoulders kiss the six-hundred thread count sheets of our bed.
I’m mewling and whimpering, so close to cumming around your fingers that I am impatient for it. I haven’t had you in too long, haven’t felt your arms around me, your fingers and cock inside of me, and I need it. I need you giving me mine so I can taste you, feel you in me, so we can cum together, feeling your hot cum drenching my pussy. “Make me cum, damn it! Make me cum!” You know I’m so close, you know how to play my body so perfectly that I know your next move, I know that you’ll pump your fingers into me harder and touch my clit and I’ll come apart on you, gushing and cumming around you while I scream…
But you stop. Your fingers leave my body and I look at you in shock. I can see my cream still dripping down your fingers as you look at me, with a half-smile on your face. “What did you say?” your voice is soft, gentle, but your eyes tell a different story, and I can see something dangerous in them…anger? Disappointment? No. There is mayhem in your eyes. My spine stiffens as I begin to push up, but your clean hand is there before I can move an inch, pressing me deeper into our soft comforter, holding me down roughly. “What did you say?” you demand again, more severe now. I shiver at that tone. I know that tone…and you haven’t used it in too long.
My surprised shriek wrenches the air as your hand, covered in my cream, spanks me hard on my left cheek. The smack is harder than ever, but the sting is so good that my shriek becomes a moan, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip, trying to stop myself. Your breath tickles my ear and you whisper, “Watch me in the mirror. Do it now, slut.” Your teeth sink into my shoulder as your hand comes down again, and my eyes fly open. But no shriek this time, just a long drawn out moan and a gasp. I can barely catch my breath in excitement as I see you moveto the nightstand and pull out the long, leather covered paddle. We haven’t used it yet, just allowed it to sit in that drawer—until tonight, until I’ve pissed you off with my demands just enough to make you use it on me.
“Who owns you?” you ask me, but before I even draw breath for an answer the hard leather paddle connects with my skin and the sting travels up my spine, the pain-pleasure making goosebumps rise on my arms, my legs, my back. I twitch when your hand gently soothes my ass, your hand cool over the heat of pain. My breathing is ragged now—I know it’s not over, hell, I don’t want it to be over. Not yet.
I still won’t answer your question. “You want another, huh?” You move the edge of the paddle between my pussy lips and then show me how wet I am, dripping with desire for you, for that hard leather against my skin. “Lick it, my sweet whore.” The leather is smooth under my tongue and the creamy, earthy taste of my juices makes me whimper. I’m soaked for you, for more of this dominance coupled with the occasional sweetness, gentleness.
Your lips and tongue on my spine make me jump, I don’t know what to expect from you, and you love to keep me guessing. I hear the CRACK! of the paddle before I even feel the sting against my other cheek, and I gush a little from my pussy—not quite cumming, but so close that I know only another strike or two will get me there. Your eyes watch mine in the mirror, and I don’t even see the leather strike me once more. I cry out in surprise, but before I’ve finished your cock is in me to the hilt, your body pulling me up and back against you, binding my arms behind me and between us while you impale me on that hard, hot cock. One stroke and I’m there, cumming hard, squeezing around you, overcome with the sensation of hot pain on my cheeks, gushing cream from my body around you, and feeling you…god, feeling you, finally, finally cumming inside of me while my body squeezes every last drop of cum from your body.
So perfect that tears are falling from me eyes as you softly, gently release my arms and taste the glow of sweat on my neck, whispering soft little love words in my ear, before I can finally answer your question, “You own me. Only you.”
I’m mewling and whimpering, so close to cumming around your fingers that I am impatient for it. I haven’t had you in too long, haven’t felt your arms around me, your fingers and cock inside of me, and I need it. I need you giving me mine so I can taste you, feel you in me, so we can cum together, feeling your hot cum drenching my pussy. “Make me cum, damn it! Make me cum!” You know I’m so close, you know how to play my body so perfectly that I know your next move, I know that you’ll pump your fingers into me harder and touch my clit and I’ll come apart on you, gushing and cumming around you while I scream…
But you stop. Your fingers leave my body and I look at you in shock. I can see my cream still dripping down your fingers as you look at me, with a half-smile on your face. “What did you say?” your voice is soft, gentle, but your eyes tell a different story, and I can see something dangerous in them…anger? Disappointment? No. There is mayhem in your eyes. My spine stiffens as I begin to push up, but your clean hand is there before I can move an inch, pressing me deeper into our soft comforter, holding me down roughly. “What did you say?” you demand again, more severe now. I shiver at that tone. I know that tone…and you haven’t used it in too long.
My surprised shriek wrenches the air as your hand, covered in my cream, spanks me hard on my left cheek. The smack is harder than ever, but the sting is so good that my shriek becomes a moan, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip, trying to stop myself. Your breath tickles my ear and you whisper, “Watch me in the mirror. Do it now, slut.” Your teeth sink into my shoulder as your hand comes down again, and my eyes fly open. But no shriek this time, just a long drawn out moan and a gasp. I can barely catch my breath in excitement as I see you moveto the nightstand and pull out the long, leather covered paddle. We haven’t used it yet, just allowed it to sit in that drawer—until tonight, until I’ve pissed you off with my demands just enough to make you use it on me.
“Who owns you?” you ask me, but before I even draw breath for an answer the hard leather paddle connects with my skin and the sting travels up my spine, the pain-pleasure making goosebumps rise on my arms, my legs, my back. I twitch when your hand gently soothes my ass, your hand cool over the heat of pain. My breathing is ragged now—I know it’s not over, hell, I don’t want it to be over. Not yet.
I still won’t answer your question. “You want another, huh?” You move the edge of the paddle between my pussy lips and then show me how wet I am, dripping with desire for you, for that hard leather against my skin. “Lick it, my sweet whore.” The leather is smooth under my tongue and the creamy, earthy taste of my juices makes me whimper. I’m soaked for you, for more of this dominance coupled with the occasional sweetness, gentleness.
Your lips and tongue on my spine make me jump, I don’t know what to expect from you, and you love to keep me guessing. I hear the CRACK! of the paddle before I even feel the sting against my other cheek, and I gush a little from my pussy—not quite cumming, but so close that I know only another strike or two will get me there. Your eyes watch mine in the mirror, and I don’t even see the leather strike me once more. I cry out in surprise, but before I’ve finished your cock is in me to the hilt, your body pulling me up and back against you, binding my arms behind me and between us while you impale me on that hard, hot cock. One stroke and I’m there, cumming hard, squeezing around you, overcome with the sensation of hot pain on my cheeks, gushing cream from my body around you, and feeling you…god, feeling you, finally, finally cumming inside of me while my body squeezes every last drop of cum from your body.
So perfect that tears are falling from me eyes as you softly, gently release my arms and taste the glow of sweat on my neck, whispering soft little love words in my ear, before I can finally answer your question, “You own me. Only you.”
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